let’s just say he was geeking when he went home with a new piece to add to his already filled wall. you promised him a copy of his own once you were finished with the unit. He discovers that you’re currently working on a relief print in art, a piece that has you continuously dipping into jars of color, and the constant washing of ink never leaves you with clean hands at the end of the hour. on the top left corner you’ll never find the same drawing twice, and he always looks forward to the suspension of a new post it note of art to add to his collection later that day. He finds out that you enjoy doodling, but on his paper the most. He replays the moment you looked up at him with the warmest smile and welcomed him like you’ve sat together forever. His favorite moment was when he walked into class and found you sitting in the desk right beside his, doodling on a random page as you chew on the last piece of gum left in your pack. you always get the highest grades and teachers love you, who wouldn’t though. He loves the way you scrunch your nose when you’re confused in class, the way your eyebrows furrow and lips pucker with focus. he wishes he could be the one to hold your hand to make them warm instead. He notices how a new color of paint adorns your fingernails everyday from having art class the hour before, and how they stay hidden behind the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. like the way your baby hairs stick out the bun sitting atop your head, the way your leg bounces when class starts getting longer by the second, or when your highlight shines a little brighter than normal, spotlighting your already beautiful face and making him attracted to you more. He admires the pop in your walk, the way you present yourself with confidence even on the days that were lasting longer than others, and the way your little legs just tend to get you places faster than anyone else. your head comfortably laying in the pillow you make yourself with your arms as the teacher begins taking attendance. He adores the way you walk into the classroom in the morning, eyes droopy with a slouch to your posture and the way you plop into your chair. Male idol of your choice x female!reader | fluff and fluff only | a/n: i think of jake when i read this :’) lmk!!
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